Thankful Thursday: 3 Gifts Blue

3 Gifts Blue…

1. Oh those “blue eyes” – they get me every time! I can’t imagine life without either one of these guys in it.

Grandpa & Rick's eyes

2. The big blue ocean frequently calls my name…and yes, sometimes I answer back!

Pacific Ocean

3. My little blue car, faithfully gets me where I’m going.  Fast.

my car

These are just a few of the many things that I am so very thankful for today.

What are you thankful for?

Will you join me in looking for these gifts and sharing them with others?

“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder” – G.K.Chesterton

I hope you have a wonderful “Thankful Thursday!

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Thankful Thursday: A gift worn, given away, shared

A gift worn, given away, shared….

1.  A well-worn pair of jeans.  I hope they last forever!

jeans

2.  I think it was the highlight of her year.  She was so excited to be able to give away a gift for her baby cousin at his baby shower.

Ashlee

3.  Some things are better shared.  This dessert was certainly one of them!  Shared with my best friend ever!

dessert

What would you do?

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Adventures in travel can often include life lessons.

I would like to think that I would have made a different choice if I were in this same situation….

A crowded plane, with only the middle seats available. A young father with dreads down to the middle of his back and a dirty bandana on his head. Two studs in his bottom lip, a worn out backpack on his back, and a cute little baby in one arm who appears to be about a year old. In his other arm, he holds a sippy cup and a little kids book. He obviously has his hands full, and he also looks a little weary.

He walks up and down the aisle looking for a seat. No one is moving, no one is making eye contact. All that is available are the middle seats. He finally picks a seat. Points to the middle seat, and starts to move in. The lady on the aisle, stand up, rolls her eyes, and waits rather impatiently as the man tries to manipulate his way into the tight space with his baby in his arms.

No one offers to move, no one offers to assist him. He quietly excuses himself and settles in to the middle seat.

I’m watching helplessly from a few rows back, stuck in the middle seat myself. Desperately wishing there was something I could do to help him.

Seriously hoping that given the same situation, I would have moved to the middle seat, and let the dad have the aisle seat.

Bittersweet journey

I’m flying north, on my way to meet my great-niece for the very first time. She’s six months old, her mama, my sisters’ eldest.

I am going to meet the granddaughter that my sister has never met, nor will she ever meet her here on earth. She will never be able to hold her in her arms, look into her eyes, and hear the words that every Grandma loves to hear…”I love you, Grandma“.

I know it is only my “human-ness” that makes me think that she is missing this. She is in heaven, she really isn’t missing anything!

But I am missing her.

I am missing the joy, the love, and the excitement she would have for this little one. I’m missing the stories we would share, the burdens we would carry, and the blessing of being Grandmas together.

She loved her girls. I can still hear her voice when she called to tell me the news of their birth. I can only imagine the excitement she would have had with the news of a granddaughter.

Giddy with delight, proud beyond words.

So I take this journey knowing that it will bring moments of absolute delight, as well as moments of reflection. Reflection of an amazing lady, and the legacy she left behind.

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